| This is a repost, but with all the new subscribers, will be new to many of you.Enjoy.In The Forest Of PhilosophyIn the forest near my home, I like to go tree climbing.Sometimes the trees I climb are huge oaks, sometimes, they're mid-sized elders, and, on occasion, I climb slender saplings that can scarcely bear my weight.Whenever I'm up a tree, I like to look around, down below.You see all kinds of things: forest debris, lots of squirrels...and nuts.There are always nuts.But you also see deer, sometimes with the beginning prongs of antlers, other times with a massive sprawling rack, coveted and hunted by those with no racks of their own.Then, on rare occasions, you'll see a bird burst forth from the bracken, soaring high in your eye against the sky, until it's lost to your sight.I live for such moments.Very often, when I'm out and up a tree, I run across someone making his own survey of a tree.Our interaction always stems from the tree: a survey of the one I'm up, the one he's up, or the one that (maybe) we're both up, at the time.And also, very often, I will see these people again later, when I'm up a different tree.They are always surprised to see me there. |
They are always surprised to see me there."You're out of your tree," they say.I reply, "It wasn't my tree."(I was just checking the view, you see.)Sometimes they look at me in distress and concern, because they see me out of 'my' tree.Sometimes, they are incensed, and stomp off, refusing to talk to me. More rarely, one will simply say, "Oh.I didn't know," and we continue our mutual survey of trees.Sometimes those who are angry that I'm not up the tree they first saw me in, wil try to force me back up it.I do not like this.I try to avoid the tree enforcers, as they are so focused on the tree of their choice they have no time for any of the other trees.Can't see the forest, for their tree.And I like the forest: all of it.The peace of ages filters through its leaves, life and death play out in it, and the calm and sure cycle of seduction, of passion, wafts through its outstretched branches as they tremble in ecstacy against the breath of the breeze.Within the forest, you are just a tiny part, but you are king of all you survey of its sacred sensuality. "Oh, if I...were the king....of the forrrrrrrrresssssst!" |
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